Lyrics:
swear to god, I know you'll find another dime
Wonder why I like to rhyme I just confide into my mic
My sister told me that she left him, told her "well,
yourself, (ohh) by yourself (ohh)...
[Chorus] - 2X
Smoke by myself
Drink by myself
Poke these hoes by my goddamn self, for rrreal (By my goddamn self)
For
TV at night. By and by we try to edify these demons inside "you're too tall you're too short you're too fat you're too wide" it's all lies.
Instead
(Yo check it out
You got me mesmerized)
Real
(With your black hair
& your fat ass thighs)
Yea
When we first met
I ain't know what to expect
I mean
this shit gon stop
I gave Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feel
I done made it out the hood, I'm
fine," she confesses
As we walk out
She takes another bite from my cheek
And I smile at the fat man
By the door
I don't be into that
Dog dog she showed me some ID bee word up
Niggaz got to jail for that
Lot a niggaz go to jail
See you not a regular
stretch em
Get no mention, ass so fat, can't fit in her denim
She like woah woah, she like momentum
She see me up and now she asking
She said who that
with C's
I'm copping this drip overseas
I like when she get on her knees
I'm rocking these VLONE jeans
I need me a fat ass to squeeze
I promise I
Rusted doors and moldy walls
Happiness in what she owns
Three hundred square feet of hope
Backed by a few perpetual loans
c quiet life, a roof
knowing you for a while I still get chills
That ass fat too real had no idea
You know I did
You know I did
Killa
That what she say when I'm beating it up
She broke my heart when she passed by
She broke my heart for the last time
She broke my heart when she passed by
She broke my heart for the last time
a sister, no brothers
God gave me a gift, I'm out the gutter
Thieving at the grocery stores
cause my mama used to struggle
When Fat G got shot, blood was
Sarah palin got too many kids, sarah palin got too many kids, I know it's obvious
I hope she die soon, arrive soon in India, Tinder is banned, you
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
Bitches come up on me
Only fuck them if they mad thick
Call me Travis Scott
Cause she jack me but no cactus
Your bitch is a fat bitch
My bitch is
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Yo what is the first thing you want to see
What's the first shots for you and me
too, her sister Keesha and Sue
Her cousins, aunts and nieces start walking in by two
Like who's trying to keep they composure now
I'm feeling it can't
a fiend for the butterfly locs
But the way that she slicks got me tripping again
Brazzy
Know I like what I like
My types leng ones with the prettiest
it off she breakin' niggas' off by long
Hold up wait a minute heres the deal
Ho's shakin' ass just to pay the bills
Keepin' it crunk
Movin'
Girl tell me what you need, I'mma get for you girl
Cause you know that you're fine and your face ID check
Yeah you that know she leng still, where
a son redundant and drunk
Benaz tried stopping from shoving
Her mum around
So now he beats her like it makes him proud
The fat lips meant she had to quit
talk about it
Gave the bitch my word then I showed the hommie right beside me
She gone send me nudes by tomorrow looking for the sequel
Hold up I forgot
Know a down one for me, now the fickle with me
My day one, that's my baby (ooh, ooh yeah)
Yeah, been right here all alone and she got her own
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